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In Changhe Square, a clear river meandered through.
The water flowed gently, shimmering with light and reflecting the pavilions and towers on both banks in a pleasing pattern.
Among these architectural marvels, the Dong Mansion of the Yongzhou Thirteen Lines was located here.
The Dong Mansion was grand in scale, its gates carved from ancient redwood.
Above the gate, a gilt signboard gleamed brilliantly, inscribed with the words "Dong Residence," exuding an air of nobility.
Guan Yunjian descended the steps of the Dong Mansion's entrance and shook his head at Uncle Shu, saying: "Dong Chasi is not in the mansion."
Uncle Shu replied: "Then where is he now?"
Guan Yunjian glanced at the scorching sun high in the sky and said: "It's noon, the time for a meal. Dong Chasi hasn't returned home; he should be dining at Zuihua Building outside the city. Let's go and check there."
The two of them immediately headed to Baihua Building.
